I'm so goddamn perky.  Mr Glum?  Meet Miss Perky.  She's so very very perky.

The reason for this perkiness?  I'm entering week three of sobriety.  (Except for Friday nights, dear sweet Friday nights, when I can pour as much liquor down my throat as I care to; dance, cavort and sing - except for some reason there's a fair amount of singing going on anyway.  I keep singing to people all the time - what can I say? I'm perky.  Can't hold a tune, but damn I love the singing.)

The reason for this sobriety?  A somewhat sobering encounter with my doctor and a fairly rigourous exploration of my internal organs by said doctor.  After a fair bit of hmmm-ing, ahh-ing, and a couple of stern looks later I was set upon my new path of non-drinking, healthy eating, body building supplements, after-work walking and entrance into the Miss World of Perky People. Go girl.